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So for the second time, I was dragged to this psychociatrist guy by my mom. Not that I really minded, I happened to have a few hours to kill, and lucky me, it didn't last too long. But if you ask me, I think all doctors of any form are creeps. They've always givemn me weird feelings, but I'm sure they do to any normal person. Dr. What's-his-face wasn't the only one that was creeping me out, but my mom was too. I mean, it was pretty obvious that my mom has the hots for this guy, and that's so disgusting. It was hard to sleep at night knowing my parents were sleeping in the same bed, but now that they're divorced, don't you think being traumatized as a child was enough? I mean, gawd, have decency in front of your child, why don't you?
Anyway, she had to leave the room so this dude and I could talk alone. Alone. Wow, that just sounds creepy, doesn't it? Well, not when this guy is a total fruitcake. I was sort of surprised to see a ring on his finger. Alright, I take that back. VERY surprised. I mean, this guy's a total nerd. When he sat down, his pants drifted up revealing his shin-high stocking-like socks. They were navy blue, matching his pants. As you all know, I torture some of my guy friends to color coordinate their clothes (for the love of god, it's really not THAT hard.) but I hope I'll never turn them into my psychiatrist. I mean, when a guy coordinates his socks to the color of his pants, and haves them cling to his shins, THEN you know he should be classified as gay. Maybe he's in denial. No.. He's a psychiatrist.. He's not in denial.. But he's DEFINETELY gay.
He didn't really act like it though, just looked like it. A gay psychiatrist nerd. I love it. He even had a little pen holder thing in his chest pocket of his white button up shirt, like he did the last time I saw him. I swear, he probably just sleeps in his clothes, gets up and changes his tie. It was bright blue yesterday. Sort of distracting when he's asking me a bunch of these personal questions. Well, not entirely personal, 'cause I'm as open as they come most of the time, and I don't have a bad reputation or anything.
But the second my mom left the room, he dove into this sort of lecture telling me depression is normal, it's okay, blah blah blah and he said that everything I tell him would remain confidential. Pfft, like any of that's really true. So that lead him into his next few questions.
"Are you using drugs? Are you sexually active? Do you hurt yourself?"
No, no, no. Pretty easy, right? Yeah, for the most part our little appointment was. I was just so distracted by his tie, I didn't really register what he was asking but I managed to give him the correct answers surprisingly enough. Not that it matters or anything, and not trying to shout it out to the entire world, but you're all probably wondering what he said at the end, right? Weelll, because I'm oh-so-mean and I want lots of comments, I'll tell y'all if you comment. Haha, I love little cliffies. I'm so mean, aren't I? The comment-thingie-mah-jig is at the bottom right hand corner of this post, in little blue letters. I'm not sure how to make them bigger, or else I would, 'cos I like comments. Comments are fun. I get a kick out of them.
So not much has been going on in my life lately. I've just sort of sulked at home and clicked about on my computer. Lucky me I have a bunch of this spyware shi-at that's driving me insane. I'm literally about to punch my moniter. Well, not really; my moniter's pretty and flat and new.. But if it was my OLD ugly moniter, well, then.. I'd be writing about a few broken bones in my hand.
I've actually been really bored recently.. I've really been missing my crester buds. I love those kids. They were like - my life. Stupid ass heads had to leave me. Lol, not really.. But I just like to think that way.. Optimistic. Yeah, that's it. Right. But I've been thinking about some of my old friends too. CJ Baker moved away a while ago, I probably mentioned that, but before he left Mikey Maseck (sp? Sorry mike.) took him to the beach for his last day in HMB. It was fun. Sort of. For them at least. Ass heads stole my cell phone and messed it up with sand. But anyway, I was thinking about those two just today and wondered how Cj was settling in in Washington. Apparently his parents had only told him like two weeks earlier. That's a real crappy thing to do. I'd be pissed. I probably should give him a call. I was thinking about Sarah and Katherine too, how close we used to be.. That was tight while it lasted, but I guess Sarah's into different things, and who knows what'll happen with me and 'rin and rach. I was thinking 'bout Karl too, 'cause me and someone else were talking about him. Ass head. That conversation managed to make me hate him even more. Ugh.
So that's what's been going on with my little life. I purposely decided not to post what went on over the weekend, just 'cos it wasn't interesting. I went to Lodi and Lake Hogan with my mom, gramps, and uncle dennis, went to a really nice hotel, and then mom took me out driving. That's just to make a long story short I s'ppose. Nothing really interesting.
Josh is taking me surfing this weekend! Aren't you josh? ^^
;)
<-- Was that the right way?
Or is it this way -->
(;
The second one looks retarded. Maybe I should find out. Just a second.
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Wow, that was gay. The AIM one is retarded. That's final.
;-)
Who the fuck thought of THAT?!
Gosh.
Anyway, she had to leave the room so this dude and I could talk alone. Alone. Wow, that just sounds creepy, doesn't it? Well, not when this guy is a total fruitcake. I was sort of surprised to see a ring on his finger. Alright, I take that back. VERY surprised. I mean, this guy's a total nerd. When he sat down, his pants drifted up revealing his shin-high stocking-like socks. They were navy blue, matching his pants. As you all know, I torture some of my guy friends to color coordinate their clothes (for the love of god, it's really not THAT hard.) but I hope I'll never turn them into my psychiatrist. I mean, when a guy coordinates his socks to the color of his pants, and haves them cling to his shins, THEN you know he should be classified as gay. Maybe he's in denial. No.. He's a psychiatrist.. He's not in denial.. But he's DEFINETELY gay.
He didn't really act like it though, just looked like it. A gay psychiatrist nerd. I love it. He even had a little pen holder thing in his chest pocket of his white button up shirt, like he did the last time I saw him. I swear, he probably just sleeps in his clothes, gets up and changes his tie. It was bright blue yesterday. Sort of distracting when he's asking me a bunch of these personal questions. Well, not entirely personal, 'cause I'm as open as they come most of the time, and I don't have a bad reputation or anything.
But the second my mom left the room, he dove into this sort of lecture telling me depression is normal, it's okay, blah blah blah and he said that everything I tell him would remain confidential. Pfft, like any of that's really true. So that lead him into his next few questions.
"Are you using drugs? Are you sexually active? Do you hurt yourself?"
No, no, no. Pretty easy, right? Yeah, for the most part our little appointment was. I was just so distracted by his tie, I didn't really register what he was asking but I managed to give him the correct answers surprisingly enough. Not that it matters or anything, and not trying to shout it out to the entire world, but you're all probably wondering what he said at the end, right? Weelll, because I'm oh-so-mean and I want lots of comments, I'll tell y'all if you comment. Haha, I love little cliffies. I'm so mean, aren't I? The comment-thingie-mah-jig is at the bottom right hand corner of this post, in little blue letters. I'm not sure how to make them bigger, or else I would, 'cos I like comments. Comments are fun. I get a kick out of them.
So not much has been going on in my life lately. I've just sort of sulked at home and clicked about on my computer. Lucky me I have a bunch of this spyware shi-at that's driving me insane. I'm literally about to punch my moniter. Well, not really; my moniter's pretty and flat and new.. But if it was my OLD ugly moniter, well, then.. I'd be writing about a few broken bones in my hand.
I've actually been really bored recently.. I've really been missing my crester buds. I love those kids. They were like - my life. Stupid ass heads had to leave me. Lol, not really.. But I just like to think that way.. Optimistic. Yeah, that's it. Right. But I've been thinking about some of my old friends too. CJ Baker moved away a while ago, I probably mentioned that, but before he left Mikey Maseck (sp? Sorry mike.) took him to the beach for his last day in HMB. It was fun. Sort of. For them at least. Ass heads stole my cell phone and messed it up with sand. But anyway, I was thinking about those two just today and wondered how Cj was settling in in Washington. Apparently his parents had only told him like two weeks earlier. That's a real crappy thing to do. I'd be pissed. I probably should give him a call. I was thinking about Sarah and Katherine too, how close we used to be.. That was tight while it lasted, but I guess Sarah's into different things, and who knows what'll happen with me and 'rin and rach. I was thinking 'bout Karl too, 'cause me and someone else were talking about him. Ass head. That conversation managed to make me hate him even more. Ugh.
So that's what's been going on with my little life. I purposely decided not to post what went on over the weekend, just 'cos it wasn't interesting. I went to Lodi and Lake Hogan with my mom, gramps, and uncle dennis, went to a really nice hotel, and then mom took me out driving. That's just to make a long story short I s'ppose. Nothing really interesting.
Josh is taking me surfing this weekend! Aren't you josh? ^^
;)
<-- Was that the right way?
Or is it this way -->
(;
The second one looks retarded. Maybe I should find out. Just a second.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Wow, that was gay. The AIM one is retarded. That's final.
;-)
Who the fuck thought of THAT?!
Gosh.